[Verse 1]
Have to say I'm tired of reading all this tragedy
My morning feed can't take the gravity
Oh I got into a fight, some drunken piety
This girl in Mulligan's last night accused me of apathy
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Sometimes I don't want to hear it, hear it
How does that make me a bigot?
[Chorus]
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
[Verse 2]
She wouldn't give it a break, crying inequality
Oh the 8th and the State, she's never happy
Then she said I had "no empathy" towards those refugees
I said that I just can't see them as a priority
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Sometimes I don't want to face it, face it
What could I do to erase it?
[Chorus]
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round
[Bridge]
And I say look after our own
Excepting junkies or sc*m
And of course chancers and whores
Oh I just won't answer the door
And I say look after our own
Excepting junkies or sc*m
And of course chancers and whores
Oh I just won't answer the door
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Sometimes I don't want to face it, face it
What could I do to erase it?
[Chorus]
I know it's sad for the sorry few
But it's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
It's out of my hands
I know it's sad but what can I do?
See my world still turns round
My world still turns round
My world still turns round